Bad Bloods: November Rain by Shannon A. Thompson

Author:Shannon A. Thompson [Thompson, Shannon A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: k'12
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Published: 2016-07-17T16:00:00+00:00

My powers had one flaw. One, major flaw. If I absorbed a bad blood’s abilities, and they were powerful enough, the bad blood could control if and when I used them again. I didn’t have a choice. They were just as much a part of me as I had become a part of them. My theory about how my powers worked was a weak one, but at least I had one. If bad bloods had souls, our powers were connected with them, and I absorbed both. They were inseparable. It was the very reason I was sure scientists hadn’t found a cure. Removing our abilities only resulted in our deaths. Lucky for Logan II, that was all the candidate running against Henderson wanted. But Logan wasn’t the only one who wanted something. Robert did, too. He wanted me home, and I was headed there—through Huey’s powers.

I knew Huey was controlling me the second the vortex appeared and took hold. Daniel was the last thing I saw before my molecules squished into nothing. At least, it felt like nothing, and nothing did have a feeling. The first time the sensation took me I was twelve.

The year Ami arrived I caught pneumonia. Since I was a bad blood, I couldn’t go to a hospital. My illness was threatening the rest of the Southern Flock. There were only five of us, and I could barely keep my consciousness. Niki was the first to suggest putting me out of my misery. Robert left then. When I closed my eyes, I had already accepted that I would never open them again. That’s when I floated.

I floated for three days, and on the fourth day, I woke up. Robert was still gone, but Catelyn had stayed by my side the entire time he was absent. She had only been with us for one year, but she had risked her own health to stop Niki from killing me. Robert returned one week later with a black eye and a horrible limp. I never asked him what happened, but I was sure Niki blamed me for it. Even worse, she acted like his black eye was worse than my near-death experience. We argued ever since, but I only experienced the floating feeling again when I met Huey.

In the one year I had known the boy, the blond had opened up a world of transportation to me. The vortex was the worst part of transporting. Once inside, everything was empty. The colorless, soundless space held nothing but the smell of smoke and the tickle of feathers. Once he showed it to me, I never wanted to go back. Huey was shocked. He thought it was heaven. When I asked him why, he said, “Heaven isn’t a sad place.”

To me, the vortex was sad, but Huey argued that it held nothing. No happiness. No anger. No sadness. Nothing. “For happiness to exist, sadness has to exist,” he spoke like an adult would, as if he were repeating a phrase he learned from his parents.

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